~intro~ old hunters used to say... fear don’t always come with footsteps. sometimes it’s just a feeling. a silence that don’t feel natural. that’s when you know somethin’ is near. somethin’ patient. somethin’ built for the wait. but the second you forget to look over your shoulder... you belong to it. ~Ovi~ i enter with patience, then map out the room like i’m checkin’ for flaws in design, eyes movin’ different, i clock who performin’ n who only talk when it’s safe in they lines. i don’t react, i observe, let ‘em build up a version of self i can break at the spine, then pick where to place it, one cut in the right spot n everything fake get denied. i’m from a tribe full of killers, where words got weight n respect wasn’t cheap, where silence meant more than a threat, n a man got measured by what he could keep. so when i write, it ain’t random aggression, it’s pressure applied with a reason beneath, i don’t just aim at the surface, i cut where it hurt him to know it was seen. i pick n i choose, that’s control, not every target deserve my attention, some of you live off coincidence, not skill, you just never got caught in my vision. the ones that i lock get opened up clean, no rush, just precise incision, then left with they image in pieces while i keep it movin’ like nothin’ was written. i don’t need twenty attempts at a punch, just one that land where it’s hard to recover, one that expose what you hide in your tone when you try to sound tough for anotha that’s why it feel different, it’s not just a bar, it’s a look at your real from a brotha, lyrical yautja, i scan through the room for the heat that don’t match with the talk, too many carry that image of power, then crumble the second it’s tested or caught. i stay composed, let ‘em dig they own grave with the way that they move n they talk, then step in n close it with one clean line that bury whatever they fuckin thought. ~hook~ apex, apex, line ‘em up, line ‘em up pick one, split one, leave the rest quiet as fuck apex, apex, line ‘em up, line ‘em up wrong move, wrong breath, watch your mind get fucked apex, apex, line ‘em up, line ‘em up pick one, split one, leave the rest quiet as fuck apex, apex, line ‘em up, line ‘em up wrong move, wrong breath, watch your mind get fucked ~Invain~ welcome to the jungle, hungers only hustle only struggle carry bodies up the trunk innuendo subtle smoking gun the fuss though I'm after skulls I make a fucking mug hold the woods are my element covered in sentiment blend with the scenery hunt what I represent prey not a match so it's Ovi to enter in I got it tracked like a separate sense said that I die for the severance I got a skin that I'm constantly shedding in please make it fast like you'll probably be begging him I got a leg in the shit that you bet I'm in fuck I'm backed in the corner, look at the forearm for orders, if this is the end gotta blow fuse been shorter lord only know this the start of the torture is it all for the hunt well it's kinda is sorta lyrics like gunpowder pack tight the mortar they sent the platoon to come find what it is knowing none gunna live let the chopper get split whole new meaning to crashing and burn with this shit it's part of my being turn learn how I fit when I'm propped on the gurney they'll learn that I spit so I'm getting it said in the world to forget get the DNA tested my species exist that's the bark getting ripped I aint patient to sit gotta be an apex, bleeding what I say next flexing with this shit, I don't even need a shaved chest I'm on the grind like the teeth at a rave sesh prints better trace back, freeze in that maze left back to the homeland, crew got the weaponry happy to know that the owl aint beckon me I face this shit like the mat know the pedigree caging this shit aint gon work better set it free I make a mess like I shit it on every beat heavy the weight carry best when its endlessly game been a hunt and I seek by the varied heat still I respect that the human won't bury me yeah
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